Choices

You can live.

Or you can leave.

But, whatever you do,

It has to be your own choice.

Cause, if somebody else is pulling the strings,

& you’re just living for the sake of not dying;

Then you’re a coward; as good as dead.

& your living on has zero meaning, anyway.

The freedom to make your own decisions;

& the courage to make your own mistakes;

Are the core requirements of life. 

If you don’t have that,

Then what do you have?

***

This poem is in response to the daily post: Daring.

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